Sliding, slithering, slowly tumbling
Rattling, reeling, rolling, rumbling
Back to the place I used to love
and hated much too soon.
Misty messages begin to clear
and barriers of fear are crumbling
But I still touch on the brakes
if only to be in control of the past
not moving too fast.
The bubbles keep on spinning
but, in my mind, I am winning
I know I can find it
just don't know what then
what if it fills me with sickness again?
Maybe I should stop, go back
keep the colours away
save them for a rainy day
when I can wash the waste away.
Sadness will be in the gutter
and smiling wont be just a cover.
Cat Xx
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